Preacher Man (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 2)

by V. Theia

  His wife.

  “What time is it?” She yawned, stretching her sexy little body, making him groan and grow hard. He could have told her eight AM, instead, he said: “Time to fuck.”

  “Ohh.”

  He climbed onto the bed like he was an animal ready to do some hungry killing and knew just what he wanted for his breakfast; Her. He hadn’t slept much knowing she was right next to him, habits hard to break, he instead had been on the phone to Archie to get the ball rolling, what with them being a married fucking responsible couple now more than able to take charge of a small kid.

  Legalities aside, he was hungry.

  "You made me wait, Ruby. Tell me why I should show your little body mercy now?" Fingertips dipped between the sheets and drew over her spread thighs, sending shivers to her sex. Her sleepy eyes pleaded looking at him with the blanket pulled right up to her nose. Watching him just as hungry for sex. To show how much, he wrenched the covers clean off her and dumped them onto the floor, nothing obstructed the vision of his very naked wife now. She squealed and laughed, not at all ashamed of her body. He fucking loved that. She bent her knee giving him a gorgeous view of wet skin, his tongue dried to the roof of his mouth, he did a little more prowling.

  "Because I want to fuck you desperately and I hate waiting and you wouldn't be that cruel to me, would you? Besides which, mister, I only just woke a second ago, so when did I make you wait?"

  Preacher laughed a dark sound from his chest pulling her across the bed until he was leaned over her, both legs hung over his thighs, he pressed her knees forward almost making them touch her chest as he sprawled over her, his lips said good morning to her tits, her nipples hard stones. "I've waited an hour for you wake up so I could have you. But I wouldn't be that cruel, beautiful, I can see how much in need you are already just from a little petting, you're dripping on my belly. Do you want it?"

  "God yes."

  "Ask me for it then."

  "Preacher man..."

  "Ask me, Rubes."

  "Fuck me, please. Right now, don't wait----------"

  He shoved forward, the tip of his cock sliding home in an eternally hard thrust that made their groans mingle as he hit bottom and stalled. "Oh, shit, that’s so fucking incredible, you're so tight, baby, took all of me, didn’t you? Let’s see how many strokes it takes to make you cream all over my cock."

  "Move…god. Move." Her undulations were witchcraft, freezing his brain until he forgot everything he had to do today at the club, it was just this, in his bed, on top of her, inside her.

  "This is how I want to give it to you." He pulled free agonizing slow and went in deep. He went in hard. Unrelenting. “I should make you fucking suffer like I have been waiting for you to open those pretty eyes, but I went hard at you last night and you needed the sleep.” Another deep slam. “Who’s fucking you?” He growled the question.

  “Please.”

  “I said who is fucking you, beautiful?” Punching harder.

  “Oh, god, you are, Preacher.”

  “Who?”

  “Asher,” her whimper was heaven.

  “Who is fucking you?” He slid in and made her feel every hard inch.

  “Husband. My husband is fucking me.”

  Yeah, he was.

  Ruby cried out, her fingernails making half-moons of his shoulders, he pressed his hands to the back of her thighs, widening her legs, opening her fully to him until he could see as his cock struck forward into heaven, could see when he pulled out how glossy she made him.

  "Oh, God. Oh, fuck, that feels good, Preacher man." She was so in the moment he smirked giving her more until---

  Was his cock glossy? fuckkkkkkkk. He pulled out and heard her cry of disappointment.

  "Condom, baby." Shit. Fuck. He'd never forgot to wrap his dick before, never. One go with Ruby and all thought of protection went out the window.

  "Well hurry up before I go on without you." Her sexy eyes flittered between hunger and annoyance.

  He snorted, eyes flared watching her fingers reach down between her legs and began to rub.

  Preacher lost the ability to breathe. How did his fucking lungs work again?

  He growled and snatched her hand. "No. You come from me making you come."

  Sexy as hell.

  Another time he'd sit between her thighs and watch her masturbate.

  He needed no guidance the second his cock was covered to slam back inside her. Fast hard shallow thrusts making her moan and grip the bed, he went at her like he had no better place to be but planted deep and hard in her pussy. Wherever his mouth could reach soft warm flesh he kissed, inhaling her scent, stroking his lips and beard, hands holding her legs wide, her knees almost kissing her cheeks, he pounded her good and hard, the bed shook, he had the single-minded intent of making her come apart like never before, making her break so hard that she passed out, couldn’t think of anything other than the feel of him stretching her, making it hurt so fucking good, slamming into her G-spot he wanted her to go off, to drench him like a river.

  "You're creamy, Rubes. I'm gonna make you gush, fuckkkk … my little wet wife.” His roughened thumb sat against her clit and didn’t move, not even when she writhed and pleaded for mercy.

  "Need a minute." Her lips all rosy and puffy from the way he'd bitten her, as he moved her on and off his cock, she was panting rapidly, her fingers digging into his wrists. "So, goddamn wet, I feel you everywhere grasping me. Nothing feels this good, Ruby."

  Ruby pushed back taking him as far and as deep as she could.

  Oh, shit, she was taking all of him, he could feel her inner walls stretching around him, closing around him, accommodating the fullness, her little body bowing almost in half as she struggled, fuck he loved seeing it, his eyes darted down to where they were joined. If Preacher believed in heaven he knew he was looking at it, he was in a perpetual state of bliss.

  Barely giving Ruby a second to adjust before she was flat on her back, legs slung over his shoulder and he gave her the fucking of a lifetime. Heavy pulsing thrusts that were as relentless as it was amazing. It was tempting to just keep going, but he was so damn close he tasted blood in his mouth from chewing the inside of his lip.

  He was determined she could reach another one as big as that first big orgasm, his motion ground him against her clit, the friction was a touch paper and she began to mewl.

  "Baby, get it," He groaned, looking down at her. Eyes locked. She was so amazingly beautiful. Perfect, his Ruby. "Ruby…oh, fuck me." She had a body made for sex and driven by sin to make a man like him insane.

  “Fuck, you make me suffer.”

  Ruby was in the moment kissing him where she could reach, he cranked his head down and helped her. Preacher churning like an athlete, his motion fluid and graceful as he rode her to his end, grunting when he stiffened, a whole-body spasm and poured into her before collapsing. She tensed and trembled, her own fireworks seizing up her back she clawed his forearms and did as he'd wanted by soaking his cock. She was utterly flawless. He felt her everywhere.

  When they came, it was together in fat tremors. In ragged yelps, their bodies arched in towards one another, spilling and coming their pleasure, reaching those last tapering flickers of bliss before it waned and left them breathing heavily. Until there was nothing left but silence. Two bodies wrapped around the other.

  My wife. He thought.

  Kissing her, her mouth was soft and tasted of sweetness, her tongue slipped against his.

  His parents would have a shit fit when they found out he’d had a secret wedding, they were going to think Ruby was pregnant, he put that little conversation on his to-do list for today.

  “What do you have going on today?” He asked when she fit herself into his ribs, her foot rubbing against his calf. Stirring him up. Which was a joke, because everything about Ruby stirred him up.

  He heard her sigh. “I need to go and see my brother. He didn’t like Rita, at all, but I think I should still tell him what’s been going
on.”

  “I’ll take you.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “I want to. Let’s have some breakfast first. We’ll drop in on my parents as well.”

  “Oh. Really? Today?”

  He grinned, eyelids heavy, and kissed the tip of her nose. “You thought I sprouted up from the ground, beautiful? They’re gonna want to meet the Mrs who put a ball and chain on me.” he oomphed when she slapped his belly.

  “They’ll hate me.”

  “No, they won’t. Ma might be pissed at first because she didn’t get to send out invites or whatever the fuck women jones for with weddings, they'll probably tell you you're too good for me.”

  “Are you going to tell them why we got married, and that it probably won’t last forever?” The growl got lost in Preacher’s throat, his brows pinching together. Was it too soon to spank his wife? Too soon he decided after a minute’s deliberation.

  “We’re married, that’s all anyone needs to know.”

  She seemed satisfied with that and thank fuck, ‘cause he would have revisited that spanking option in a motherfucking heartbeat.

  While Ruby showered, Preacher made pancakes.

  Domestic motherfucker. Well, he was a husband now. And he liked taking care of her.

  ******

  "We got incoming, Prez," Amos announced rapping knuckles on the doorframe. Jamie, irritated to be interrupted for the tenth fucking time looked up from what he was doing, fingers pausing on the pile of money, glacier’s in his eyes for a second before he reined it in. It would be messy to kill his VP this early in the day. He'd kill him alone for the stupid backward baseball cap he wore like he was auditioning for a boy band. Jamie dragged a hand through his black hair sweeping it out of his eyes.

  "You caught a case of amnesia, brother? I said in at the table meeting not even an hour ago I didn't want to be disturbed while I deal with this."

  "You did, boss, but I thought you'd want to know your sister just pulled in and ... she's not alone."

  Ruby? That was a name he hadn't heard in ... shit, how many months now? if Jamie couldn't recall the last time they'd spoken then it was too long ago. He experienced a blow of guilt about it. He'd promised their dad to keep an eye on Ruby, but she fought him at every turn of him trying to fucking help that he'd just given up.

  "Who is with her?" His monthly visit with his dad was due, fucking fun being frisked over his junk before he drank an overpriced piss-poor coffee from a vending machine and listened to Wyatt Steele bitch about how bad he had it in Gen-pop. You do the crime, you do the fucking time, Pops.

  Had she changed her mind and wanted to go with him? She'd never once visited with him before, he couldn't see a fast mind change somehow. She wanted nothing to do with their dad, or him, for that matter.

  It hadn't always been that way, once upon a time his baby sister adored Jamie and him her, and she was the apple of their dad’s eye, when he remembered he had kids, that was, which might have been one day a month, but Wyatt always asked about Ruby, Jamie just bullshitted him now and said she was doing good, he kept his distance as she wanted but checked in with her now and them, from afar, the last time he checked she was still working at that dive bar over in Armado Springs. He wanted her closer, if truth be told, but she wouldn't have any of it. "You ain't never gonna believe it, Jame." Chuckled Amos, his oldest friend, and VP, resting his ropey arm in the doorway. Jamie arched a brow intrigued. "She's with Preacher."

  The hell? Huh. Standing, he stretched out his six five tall spine, pushing the kinks of too many late nights through his bones. "What's she doing with one of those Renegade Souls?"

  "No clue, but they were looking mighty cozy, like real damn close, boss, she was on the back of his bike."

  This he had to see. "Then, by all means, show my sister and her guest through."

  ******

  "You're shitting me!" Preacher looked between the tall building behind him belonging to the Apollo Kingsmen MC and back at his old lady. "This is where your brother is?"

  "Yes." He didn't have Ruby's full attention, she was running a hand through her low ponytail, and then straightening her jean leg and then her shirt, like she was nervous to go inside. Preacher's eyes narrowed but he was still on the small fact that she hadn't told him who the fuck her brother was. "Steele. Jesus. Jamie fucking Steele. Why didn't I put that together? Jamie's your brother?"

  "Technically half-brother, but yes."

  Preacher shoved his bike keys in his pocket before he shrugged out of his RS marked leather jacket, tossing it over the seat of his bike, and he did the same with his cut.

  "What are you doing?" She asked

  "This is another MC, beautiful. I can't go inside wearing my colors. It's a respect thing." If he'd known where the hell they were coming to he would have been more prepared. It wasn't as though the RS had beef ... now ... with the Kingsmen, but any two MC's were never best buddies and flaunting his cut in their clubhouse would not go down well. He saw several fellas in the entryway giving them the eyeball, no doubt their presence had been reported already. Usually, if a member of RS wanted a word with anyone from the Kingsmen a call would be made first to check it was cool to stop by. MC courtesy. If any blowback from this drop in came back on RS with a word to Rider then Preacher would own it, because fuck, he hadn't put two and two together and figured Jamie for the absent brother in Ruby's life.

  "A warning next time would be nice." He wasn't mad and flashed her a half grin as he rounded his bike and took hold of her hand before she rubbed the denim off her jeans. "You're nervous, why? Expecting trouble inside?" Maybe not a rival club as The Raging Rebels had been, but if Jamie fucking Steele was causing his lady to be scared in any way then Preacher was prepared to start a bloody battle over it.

  "Sorry, I didn't think. We're not close anymore, I didn't consider the MC thing. Is it going to be trouble for you?" Fingers flexed in his. More men stopped in the doorway like they'd become the latest fucking TV show to watch. Assholes didn't have anything better to do then streak their damn eyeballs over his lady. Preacher placed himself in front of her, giving the bikers his back. "No, RS is good with this club. Now tell me, you expecting trouble inside? Ruby? So, I know what we're walking into here, you dig?"

  She smiled and rested her free hand on his chest, he felt naked without his cut and her touch was kinda nice in its place.

  "No trouble, I promise. Jamie and I just haven't talked in a while is all. I don't know what he'll say. The last time I saw him it didn't go so well."

  "Let's go find out before those idiots rubberneck themselves an injury." Hand clasped around hers he took two steps and halted fast, turning disbelieving eyes down on her. "Holy shit, so Wyatt is your father?"

  He saw her forehead screw up in a frown. "Yep. I told you I knew the biker life and why I wanted nothing to do with any of you troublemaking assholes."

  Preacher barked a laugh and kissed their joined hands. "How did that work out for you, wife?" Ruby smiled and bumped his shoulder.

  "Well look who the cat dragged in. What are you doing with this reprobate, Ruby?" Laughed Amos, who stepped forward to slap a palm to Preacher's. "It's great to see you again, sweetheart, been too long." He had to remember this was her brother's place and not to antagonize anyone but if Amos kept smiling like that at her he'd do more than shoulder check the guy.

  "It has. Nice to see you, Amos. How's your mom doing?"

  "Ah, you know. Still on the juice, what ya gonna do huh?" He shrugged.

  "How's it going, Amos?" He asked when the VP of the Kingsmen turned his eyes on Preacher.

  "Good. Good, man. How's everything over in Armado?"

  "Can't complain." No MC would ever share their business with another club. It didn't mean they were anti-social, it was just how things worked. Vague was the name of the game, even if things were going to hell you tell that rival club things were rosy as fucking anything.

  "Come on through, Jamie is in his office." He felt her fingers
clutch tightly in his and he gave her a reassuring squeeze back. Brother, half or not, he wouldn't let Jamie Steele upset Ruby any more than she already was.

  He just hoped an unfortunate club war didn't come from this little family reunion, the guy was his brother in law now.

  The walk through their clubhouse took less than a minute before they were ushered into a smaller room, and there was Jamie fucking Steele behind a desk, feet up on top and looking blankly from Preacher to Ruby. His face unreadable as his gaze went down to their locked hands.

  Yeah, asshole, your sister is mine, wanna make something of it?

  "Hello, Princess." From his sturdy soled boots, up over his jeans and long blue sleeved shirt up to his dark mop of straight black hair, longer on top, shorter on the sides, and shrewd blue eyes Jamie Steele gave the impression he was cool as a cucumber. Only Preacher noticed the tick in his cheek.

  "Hey, Jamie. How are you? We won't stay long."

  The ticked moved again. Jamie hadn't liked hearing that. Did he want Ruby around? Dropping his feet to the floor, the Kingsmen boss moved out from behind the desk. Preacher never took much notice before, no reason to really, but Jamie looked to be around more his age than Ruby's, he'd take a running guess at thirty-five, another young President, he'd gone through club changes not so long ago as well, and what the two clubs had in common was they'd both hated Hades.

  Jamie dropped a kiss to Ruby's cheek, but his eyes were on Preacher who arched a brow. No beef here, man. Then he reached out and the two men slapped palms. "Surprised to see you, Preacher. How's it going? Rider well? I hear he got hitched."

  "Can't complain. Rider is good, got a sweet old lady who keeps us all on our toes." they shared a smile.

  "Isn't that always the way." Those shrewd blue eyes bounced between him and Ruby, a million questions. Go ahead, bro-in-law, ask. "So, dating the Preacher, sis?" The tone held judgment. Preacher's reputation preceded him across towns. It wasn't as though Preacher gave a fuck about what people thought about him, least of all another MC, he'd never touched any of their women, far as he knew, but who could tell when those drunken nights took him. Throw judgment at him all Jamie wanted, it would roll off Preacher's back, but give it to Ruby, that's where he'd object.